“Peekaboo… where are you?”
She is 18 months old and still shocked every time she finds someone who has “disappeared”.
In the world of a toddler, “gone” means “gone”.
“Where are you?” she calls.
“Here I am!”
She runs to my voice… laughing and giggling all the way…
Astonished at the miracle of my re-appearance…
“Miraculous”, it seems, is relative…
The more an action violates our perception of the normal, the greater the miracle…
As our knowledge of the natural world grows, the fewer miracles we see, and the higher our requirements for anything to be called miraculous…
What would we classify as a miracle?
Actually seeing God?
Since He’s God, we can expect His appearance to be really big, right?
Anything less than earthshaking wouldn’t really be God…and wouldn’t qualify as a miracle, right?
Then a great and powerful wind tore the mountains apart and shattered the rocks before the Lord, but the Lord was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake. After the earthquake came a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire. And after the fire came a gentle whisper. 1 Kings 19:11-12
Not seeing God?
Not seeing His miracles?
Maybe we are looking in the wrong places…
Maybe we are too deafened by the wind and too shaken by the earthquake to hear the voice of God when he speaks in a whisper…
Maybe we are so focused on the merely spectacular that we miss the truly miraculous…
The miracle of the promise of a Holy, Holy, Holy God to be with us forever…
Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you ~ Hebrews 13:5
A promise whose fulfillment is made possible through the birth and life and death and resurrection of one small child…
For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. John 3:16
